I promised my immune system that I would buy it something pretty if it beat off the Tibbleflu like the champ I knew it was.

Well, I am here to tell my immune system isn’t getting dick. The Tibbleflu claimed me and Jaycie as a victims yesterday, and from what I hear, Sister #2 is coping with it as I type. Them Tibbles are potent little germ-carriers.

The best part of dealing with the sickness was probably when my parents called when I was only two hours into my 16-hour sleep marathon. See, they needed, right that very second, to set up online banking for their new checking account. Let me tell you the only thing more fun than listening to a couple of late-fifty-somethings try to log in to a bank site is doing that while experiencing feverish chills and a throbbing headache.

They decided it would be a good idea to put me on speaker phone so they could both talk at the same time and contradict each other. Apparently, it takes three people to figure this stuff out.

If I would have had the energy I’d have gone over there and flicked them both in their ears.